[Isaac’s face appears on the device, looking troubled and confused. He scratches the back of his head pensively while thinking of the right words to say.]
Uh, hey, I guess? I literally just got here, wherever here is, and I’m kinda lost. If anyone could help me get back home it’d be great. [He sighs]
There’s a lot going on back home and I’m worried about my p- [He cuts the word off] My friends.
I mean, there has to be some way to get back, right? Even though I don’t remember how I got here...
[He’s quite clearly at a loss. Its been a while since he had to deal with things by himself and he finds himself caught off guard by the sudden feeling that he was lacking something he didn’t realise he was relying so heavily on. He drops his arm, taking his face momentarily out of sight while breathing deeply, trying to come to some kind of decision of where to go, what to do when he catches a familiar scent, one that he’s had to track before.
Suddenly his face comes back into view, some degree of nervous excitement spanning across his features, after all if he was right then that means he wasn’t totally alone.]
This might sound weird but uh, Stiles... are you here?
[He stares into the screen of the communicator as if trying to will the other boy into existence because if Stiles was here, and Isaac definitely knew that scent then that meant that other people could be here, his pack.
He wouldn’t risk howling, not right now at least in the unfamiliar territory but it was something he kept in the back of his mind while heading in the direction of the nearest building.]